And boy did it. Sloane screamed out, her body shaking as her orgasm crested. He continued to lick and gently nip at her oversensitive flesh, until her hands came up to bat him away.
“Best breakfast ever,” he chuckled as he sat back.
She nodded, her eyes still closed, and her face flushed. He watched her eyes slowly open, and she just smiled as her breathing returned to normal.
“Can I help you back into your dress?” he asked.
Sloane shook her head.
“You’ve been naughty. Making meneedthat this morning.” Her bottom lip raked through her teeth.
“But I helped you get out of your dress. Not a wrinkle to be seen from its place on that chair.”
“Yes, and now you are going to be a good boy for me, and give me what I want.” She sat up, reaching out so her fingers moved over his chest.
“What’s that, Red?” he asked.
“Your cock. I want to taste you, Gage. I want you to whimper and writhe like you had me doing just a moment ago. I want thepower, and I want you to have thepleasure.”
Gage laughed as Sloane stood up, her hand coming out to help him up. “I’m not going to argue with that. But we are running late…”
Christ. Sloane threw her hair over her shoulder so it cascaded down her milky white skin like a waterfall of fire on the purest glacier. “Like you said, no one is going to pay attention to what time we arrive.”
Her fingers teased the edge of his shirt, and she yanked it up over his head. In the next breath, his fiancée was on her knees, pulling his zipper down and pushing the band of his pants below his hips.
Gage’s dick sprang free, already so fucking hard and ready for her attention.
But he knew Sloane. She enjoyed making him wait. So instead of wrapping her hand, or… fuck… her mouth, over his cock, she made her way across his body in kisses. Sloane kissed his abs that gently flexed under her flirtatious touch. Her lips pressed against the valley of his hip and his dick jumped, practically begging now for her touch. Finally, she swirled her tongue along the thick, pulsing vein on the side before pressing a kiss to the tip. His balls were already so goddamn heavy and aching for release.
“Red.”
“Shh, Clark.” She pushed against him, so that Gage fell back onto the couch. Her hands roamed his chest as her lips parted and she licked his cock like she was enjoying her favorite lollipop.
Fuck!
Gage was so focused on the incredible sensations that he barely noticed the fucking desperate whimper that left his throat. Not until he felt the vibrations from Sloane’s laughter, but he didn’t care. He was pathetic for this woman. She was perfect.
“Jesus… Sloane. I’m not… I’m not going to last long.”
She swallowed him down further, her hand coming up to cup his balls as she hallowed her cheeks.
And that was his undoing.
The familiar tingle that was just starting to grow at the base of his spine exploded throughout his body. He groaned as his release hit him, the corners of his vision going dark for a moment before he blinked away the last floating stars of his orgasm. Sloane popped off and smiled as she sat back, wiping the corner of her mouth.
“Come on.” She tapped his thigh as she pushed up off her knees. “We really need to get going.”
“Oh no, Red. I think we’re much too dirty to go to the party like this. We need a shower.”
She rolled her eyes, her heart-shaped ass on full display as she turned to grab her dress off the chair. “Fine. But if you don’t catch me before I get there, you can only look. No touching.” Sloane winked as she jogged away from him.
Gage jumped up off the couch, kicking off his pants before taking off after her.
Forty-five minutes later, they were finally out the door and on their way. Oh, and Gage had certainly done more than just look at Sloane in the shower. Which was probably why she kept smiling over at him and shaking her head.
“It’s too quiet at home,” Sloane sighed as Gage turned down the road to Cap and Emma’s place.
“I know.”
